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Reza Mahani Apr 2011
Long gone is the time
to love and to be loved
walking up the tiring steps
of conversing with shadows
that randomly pop up
in the busy streets of our mind
polluted by the loud honking noise
of the stalled dreams
Giant disappointments
from the past
do not let the hope
get through
Let's walk back to the park
of familiar faces
lie on the ancient carpet
of friendly whispers
and pray together
with our feet in the air
Friday, April 22, 2011
Reza Mahani Apr 2011
Thin walls
separate
our worlds

Just a glance,
we fantasize
piercing the wall!

And then,
lost, frozen,
amid unknown
Thursday, March 31, 2011

" .... That is the nature of power. As I told you before, it commands you and yet it is at your command. ..."

    "Power is a very weird affair. In order to have it and command it one must have power to begin with. It's possible, however, to store it, little by little, until one has enough to sustain oneself in a battle of power."

    "What happens if one does not have enough power?"
    "Death is waiting, and when the warrior's power wanes death simply taps him. Thus, to venture into the unknown without any power is stupid. One will only find death."  --- Journey to Ixtlan, pp. 133-135
Reza Mahani Mar 2011
As you bring time to a halt
those clouds appear
that will carry you above moments


My clouds are wise
and sweet, today
they whispered in my dream:


No worries dear friend
is not the time near
that you were living amongst us
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Reza Mahani Mar 2011
I need to call H.
and remind him
of our holding hands
on the way back from school
and the love
that burnt us slowly
I need to find his number
before those memories
die, forever
Monday, February 28, 2011
Reza Mahani Feb 2011
Sunday morning
Downtown Atlanta
Empty streets
Hesitant steps
Expressionless windows

Does anyone see
what I am carrying around?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Reza Mahani Feb 2011
Yesterday morning,
around 11,
I was writing,
behind my office computer.

When in the middle of a sentence,
a dream started,
that last less than a second.
And someone hit my shoulder
quite gently,
yet enough to startle me.

I looked around,
no one was touching me.
My research assistant,
was staring at me,
with amusement and surprise.
and I just said,
''that was strange,
really strange.''
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Reza Mahani Feb 2011
She, resting on one leg
maybe
watching him

He, lying on grass
alive?
Could be dead

Breeze, waiving water
searching
bamboos and canes

They, doing nothing
are,
hours and hours
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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